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  <title>The Life And Times Of Emily</title>
  <subtitle>Just Trying To Make It Through The Day..</subtitle>
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  <updated>2008-05-05T22:41:22Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:imjustemm:1700</id>
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    <title>123 start over!</title>
    <published>2008-05-05T22:41:22Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-05T22:41:22Z</updated>
    <lj:music>I Try - Macy Gray</lj:music>
    <content type="html">can you really&amp;nbsp;start over with someone?&amp;nbsp;i've told people to forget what i just said. for example: me: i really like you.&amp;nbsp; boy: what?&amp;nbsp; me: forget i said anything. can that person truly forget that you&amp;nbsp;ever said that? i highly doubt it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this recently happend to me. i told him to forget that i ever said anything, and i that i wanted&amp;nbsp;things to just be "normal", like before i told him that. he whole-heartedly agreed. but i can still sense some sort of tension between the both of us. who&amp;nbsp;knows if i will ever be "normal".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with all my heart i want to throw my arms around him whenever i see him. maybe someday i'll be able to do exactly that. but for now, i'll wait, and quietly curse to myself for messing everything up. he informs me that i did nothing wrong, but every now and again i want to hit my head off a wall. he tells me that he loves my honesty. yeh, thats great buddy, but i want&amp;nbsp;you to love me as a person. not&amp;nbsp;a platonic love. a real love. like the one i wrote about in my last entry. being able&amp;nbsp;to&amp;nbsp;sit in a room with someone, listening to music. the slow songs.&amp;nbsp;not even having to touch, talk, or even look at each other. just knowing that&amp;nbsp;the other person&amp;nbsp;is there. having the love between&amp;nbsp;us being&amp;nbsp;strong enough to the point where we don't have to communicate at all. i think that's beautiful. thats love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just figured something&amp;nbsp;out about myself. i'll never be "normal". so having things being&amp;nbsp;"normal" between is&amp;nbsp;a definite long shot. but i can still i hope i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'll be his moon woman someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;</content>
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    <title>its very late. very, very late, but i have alot on my mind.</title>
    <published>2008-05-04T07:23:12Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-04T07:23:12Z</updated>
    <lj:music>New Love - Two Hours Traffic</lj:music>
    <content type="html">i was talking to a friend of mine today. we were discussing his relationship with his girlfriend. he told me that he was yet to kiss his girlfriend,&amp;nbsp;a&amp;nbsp;month into their relationship. but then he taught me what love really is, by saying this, "&amp;nbsp;i could go all summer hanging with her, and not even make out once and i wouldn't even care, just hanging out with her and being around her is wicked.".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was one of the sweetest things i've ever heard, and it reminded me of what i want. i want to be able to sit in a room with&amp;nbsp;someone listening to music. the slow songs. not even having to touch, talk, or even look at each other. just knowing that&amp;nbsp;the other person&amp;nbsp;is there. thats what i want. having someone to love me enough to the point where nothing has to be said, seeing that silence is beautiful in a way.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he then continued to say that they're taking it slow because she wants to. i really admire that. their relationship is based on something true, not just physical attraction. like most of my relationships have. i need to find someone who i can connect with on a whole other level. someone who i can listen to the slow songs with.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not going to look for love anymore. i'm going to let it come to me. from what i've heard, its full of surprises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for now i'll start looking for the right slow song just in case.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:imjustemm:1170</id>
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    <title>am i in love?</title>
    <published>2008-03-31T02:00:56Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-31T02:00:56Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Better Together- Jack Johnson</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;last night was the last night for bye, bye birdie. i had a mix of emotions going on that night. i was sad that musical was almost over, but happy that i was preforming. without my knowing a whole other set of emotions hit me like a freight train.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it all started after intermission when i started feeling really sick. i was throwing up and i was upset because i had no idea what was happening to me. i was getting sick of people asking me if i was "okay", so i went to the wings of the stage to wait for when i was supposed to go on. i was standing with a friend, when an ex-boyfriend/best friend comes to stand next to me. he notices that i had been crying and asks me if i was okay. like i said before, i was sick of people asking me if i was okay, but when he asked me, i didn't seem to mind. he then kisses me on the forehead, and tells me that i'll be alright.&amp;nbsp;i stayed in that hug for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went out last year. we really liked each other, and we acted before we should have. it lasted for about a week. this is going to sound pretty bad, but i got bored. i think i broke his heart when i broke up with him, because he liked me, more than i liked him. i felt terrible. i wanted to love him, but i couldn't. he's the nicest guy in the world, and he'll always have a place in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this brings me to this year. i'm another year older, i've learned a little more about the world. i have felt the heartache of rejection and lonliness, and its a bitch. maybe this is how he felt when i broke up with him. but last night, it brought that rush back. like the one i had when i first met him. we have become really good friends, since the break-up. i hung out with him for a bit at the cast party. i started to remember how sweet and funny he was. not to mention considerate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the way home, i started to wonder that maybe that place that i saved for him in my heart was a little bigger than i thought it was. i got home from the party about 2:30 AM. nobody else was awake, so i could think about my current dilemma. i stayed up until 4 thinking about how i feel. i'm not sure how he feels about me. when i finally got to sleep, i had dreams about what happened in the wings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do i love him? or am i just acting on excitement? i know he brings out the best in me. he makes me smile, laugh, and i can cry on his shoulder.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hlyshit. i've never been so confused in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:imjustemm:1007</id>
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    <title>star in the making? you decide.</title>
    <published>2008-03-16T15:34:36Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-16T15:34:36Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Greg Laswell- Girls Just Want To Have Fun</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I have rehersal today for the musical that I'm in. My school is doing a production of Bye Bye Birdie (Haven't heard of it? Ever heard the&amp;nbsp;song, Put On a Happy Face? Grey skies are gonna clear up, put&amp;nbsp;on a happy face..♫). I have a small role, my name is Deborah Sue. I'm a teen. So you can see, I really need to work on getting into character for this one..*sigh*&amp;nbsp;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its weird getting back into rehersal and stuff and March Break. I start school again on Monday. Ohh Joy..&amp;nbsp; I haven't even started my homework that I have to have finished. That and, I haven't even touched my trumpet since the last band rehersal...I think I forget how to play. eeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I thrive on procrastination. I leave EVERYTHING until the last minute, so I'm scrambling to get it finished by the dead-line. I really hate that I do that, and I tell myself that I'm going to change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I never do.. *sigh*</content>
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    <title>ouch. painful memories hurt.</title>
    <published>2008-03-16T05:34:55Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-16T05:34:55Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;I managed to pull out a painful memory today, while talking to a friend. Have you ever wanted to forget something so badly, but it always seems to be on your mind? I hate that, I keep telling myself, "I don't like this memory, I don't want to think about it..WHY AM I THINKING ABOUT IT SO MUCH?!". It hurts, more so than getting my brows waxed. It drives me crazy. But then I thought, maybe its these memories that make us stronger, maybe that low point, made me who I am today.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some memories are great; first kisses, going to the movies with friends, finding a twenty dollar bill in the bottom of your purse, and some memories are painful; rejection, break-ups, last kisses. I'm just trying to hang on, and get through the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going to write down what that painful memory was that started this whole thing. But now, I've decided against it.&amp;nbsp;Maybe I should remind myself of that memory every once and awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will help me stay grounded...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#008080" size="4"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;</content>
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